Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I stretch my hands out, — unscrupulous, I hug you, [it's all I can do] words might sound deaf but from the bottom of my heart are uttered to you sentimentalist, all I know is how I feel, — searching for my love thanks to love's 24-carat, nothing ever can't split it, nobody ever can't exile it

if you insist the dictum of love is religion, I'll contradict you, for indisputable isn't in the cosmic period of my present time where even contours of snowflakes see what I mean it... nonchalantly proving and amusing in games of the spirits, felt and used in the metaphors of each day, so well devised thru steady descriptions, portrayed by this agnostic soul of mine, fine demonized in beauty by your mind, characterized in a deeper love aphorism, met not just in lucid dreams but in truths

here we go again… feeling guilty as is any starved animal searching nutrients for whatever might feed the spirit quench the thirst, push loneliness and all fear away... here we go again, to french-toast with goodnight kisses ending as we started, frenglishly together, like mongrels